Torn (harry styles)

39- Protective

After a couple of hours I awake from my sleep. There is that same constant beeping. I just want to go home, and I want harry to take me there.

I smile when I remember him, our conversation, everything.

I turn my head to where he was previously sitting, and my heart drops when I realise he isn't there anymore.

Without Harry's presence, I am left alone with my heart killing thoughts.

Thoughts of how I have been living a lie this past month or so and beyond that.

I was just someone's fun and games.

My eyes prickle but I refuse to cry, again.

Just as I'm gathering myself together the nurse that helped me into bed earlier walks into my room. She's carrying a tray.

"Oh you're awake!" She smiles, she looks about a year or two younger than me so I'm assuming she's an intern.

I smile at her and nod.

"That's good because I brought you a cuppa and-" she covers her mouth with her hand so only I can see it, " they don't make them very warm here so better drink up quickly." She whispers followed by a quiet giggle.

"I see." I laugh as she hands me the tray, which had on it a mug of tea and some biscuits.

"I'll tell you something else," she says in a low voice.

I nod curiously and take a sip of my cold tea.

"That boyfriend of yours.." She mumbles, "He's very...what's the word...Protective?"

I look confused.

"I hope you don't mind me saying." She says and her pale cheeks flush.

"No, no. It's fine, what do you mean?"
I reply.

"He's a worrier, he's obviously very... Obsessed with you." She giggles.

I smile, she obviously read him completely wrong.

"Really?"

She giggles louder, "He scared the living day lights out of me!"

My heart beats faster, "how?"

"Him being his possessive boyfriend that he is, forced me to take his number! Telling me to call him the second you wake up." She clamps her eyes shut, laughing.

I try to stifle the giggle that bursts out of my lips at the thought of Harry shoving his number into this plump nurses face.

I don't know what to make of this information, I am once again- confused about Harry.

"Did he say he was my boyfriend?" I gulp, if he did...

"No, but it's obvious! Right?" she says as if I've just declared world war 3.

"Is he not your boyfriend?" she says, pure shock plastered across her freckley face.

"He is, I just didn't realise it was that obvious." I say, just to make things easier...

"Seems as when he brought you here he didn't leave your side until you woke up, even when we recommended her went home to get some rest he said I'm not *whispers* fucking leaving!"

She sighs, "and the amount of questions he asked about the possibilities of your surgery going wrong!"

I feel myself blushing like crazy, I just can't believe all this information I'm receiving. Maybe he cares more than I thought...